Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.